In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.

The walls surround and sets in place the shape of home, above, below, each side is holding solid hands, wherein we live and make our place, reside and reconcile; somewhere to hide where we do not feel so alone.

Bricks and mortar, timbers hewn, and glass will be in place, illusion of some certainty, endowed with all its form, and yet the soul cannot be held in dwelling such as this; the house is just a song in time, a brief material grace.